InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Of Pain and Pleasure ❯ Of Pain and Pleasure ( Chapter 1 )

He threw her to the cold, mossy stone floor of his dungeon causing her to cry out. She tried to get up, but his body was over hers pinning it completely before she hardly moved. He held here there. Pushing her forcefully and painfully hard against the rough rock. It bit into her skin drawing trickles of blood. He could smell the blood and grinned sadistically. Flipping her petite frame over, he clawed the white shirt open digging more into her creamy skin. Without warning he lowered his head devouring the red elixir. Her cries and begging fell on deaf ears as he bit her back calling forth more blood, which he lapped up.

 

She was flipped over again and the rest of her shirt was torn away. She could feel the dirt, moss, and other uncomforting grime filling into the gashes on her back. In the back of her mind the worry of infection crossed. It disappeared as pain roared in her mind. He had savagely sunk his teeth into her breast, and now was sucking the blood from her body. She whimpered, forcing out a strangled plea. His reply was ripping more blood from her breast, and digging his claws into her sides. Miniscule traces of his poison entered and burned away at her insides.

 

She screamed.

 

He laughed.

 

As soon as her breath left her, she faintly noted that the rest of her clothing was completely gone. He hovered over her nipping at her skin, clawing it and cleaning the blood away. He played around her naval, not hurting her, but tickling, and teasing her. She let out a moan that was little more than a breath, and he ripped away the pleasure by tearing once more into her petal soft flesh. He felt the slightest remorse for destroying such smooth and creamy skin. Only the slightest, as the blood was soon gone and she was crying, quietly. Her tears fell but their salty scent was overridden by the abundance of blood. His full pale lips grinned against her abdomen, just below the bite. Kissing it once, he pursued a lower prize. She realized where he was headed and tried putting up a fight, but he left scratches with more acid and she was rendered motionless. Even breathing felt like death.

 

Her blood coated much of his pristine silver hair, but that seemed to matter little as his clothes were soiled just as well. His lean hand was milky white, when clean but now it was blood covered. It gripped her thigh, just above the knee, and pulled the leg over his shoulder. A trail of blood was left behind. With his other, equally bloodied hand, he pushed her other leg open revealing her glistening pearl.

 

He looked up at her face with a madman's glee. “For shame, little miko,” he practically purred. Slowly his head lowered until she felt his heated breath on her clit. Breathing hurt, but she couldn't help gasping. He was doing things to her body she didn't understand. While he paused, breathing in the intoxication that was her high arousal, she attempted to comprehend everything. No success as he reached up fondling her uninjured breast. Devoid of warning, his claws plowed into her flesh. She cried out weakly, as her vocal cords weren't withstanding the abuse too well, and arched her back into the touch. He inhaled at the exact same moment, her arousal had spiked. He leered; she got off on pain. He could show her pain like it was the only thing in life.

 

His hand glided back down to her hip as he teased her bud. Suddenly, she hips were lifted from the ground and his mouth covered her completely. She gasped, and bit her lip trying to moan at the ecstasy she was in. His tongue expertly swirled around and flicked her bud before delving deep within her folds. He pulled it out and thrust it back in wiggling the appendage around before pulling back out. He regarded her sweet taste as his long tongue continued the sweet rhapsody in her and his teeth grazed the hypersensitive flesh over her clitoris.

 

Her feeble attempts not to moan and cry with the over whelming pleasure died quickly leaving her breathless. However, it was only until his finally dipped his fangs into her once more. She screamed brokenly, with pain and pleasure, bucking her hips toward him. He pulled his mouth from her core and lapped the blood, and her orgasm, away. He could get use to this, but she was only human, and one time was all he could do her for. One time, unless he could help it.

 

He set her hips back down and crawled so that he was looking down at her face. She slowly opened her fearful brown eyes after several long moments. They stared at each other until she foolishly licked her dry lips in nervousness. Before she react he pressed his lips more than harshly against hers forcing her mouth open. His tongue, coated with her fluids, was forced into her mouth. She would have moaned, but pushed past the pain and wrapped her marred arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and causing him to growl possessively while slowly pushing his claws into her hips. She was so distracted, that when one hand moved from her hips to her center, and didn't know. He pulled from the kiss just as he pushed two long clawed fingers into her. She closed her eyes and whimpered as the claws tore at her inside. He began a steady pumping rhythm that she met. Then he slipped in a third finger and sped up. A few minutes later all four digits were scratching her inner walls at a fast pace. Blood steadily trickled from her center.

 

She came once more and tears of pleasure filled pain fell once more. He licked the tears away as he pulled his fingers from within her, “Want more, Koi?”

 

From her heavy breathing, the barely coherent, soft word came, “More.”

 

He smiled cruelly and pulled her wrist to his mouth. Biting it savagely, her whimper was heard. He brought his wrist to her mouth and forced her to bite down like he had done. Her dull teeth caused him slight pain, but it vanished as she sucked at his blood. She coughed as his blood flow was removed from her mouth. He too got up, she only barely realized, then her body was shaking with pain. She cried, but her voice was dead, only tears streamed down her face.

 

Then he was upon her body once more. Her hands quickly found his shoulders and then her virginity was torn. His large, throbbing member was deep within her and covered in blood. Not waiting for her to adjust, he thrust rapidly; earning silent mewls from his partner. She writhed in painful bliss. Together they danced until his seed shot deep into her pure womb. She could feel it and arched up against his defined chest. However, neither was finished, and the dance started again not ending until both were exhausted.

 

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The next morning she awoke in an extravagant bed of pillows, and around her was black pelt of silky fur. She yawned, and attempted to stretch, but stopped and whimpered at the pain. A chuckle was heard a second later. He crawled onto the pillow bed and hovered over her petite form once more. She blinked up at him, she knew she should be terrified, but she wasn't, if anything she felt like…purring! Indeed the rumbling started in her chest, and he nosed her cheek giving it an affectionate lick. He could tell she was confused and didn't remember the night before. She was blushing in seconds as he sent her images of what had happened. She stared wide-eyed at him, but in the back of her mind she understood what had happened, and that part of her mind accepted her new role as Lady of the Western Territory.